All the way with the boys in the bands.

Fuckfuckfuck.
How long does it take for 911 to p-
"911. What's your emergency?"
"Hi. Hello. Yeah. Uh my friend got into a fight and now he's passed out and I don't know what to do. He's like bleeding and stuff and maybe he hit his head. He was fine a few minutes ago, but now I'm just like scared. L-"
"Is he breathing?" the operator asked, cutting me off from my long rambling.
"Uh. Yeah. Just-" I leaned down more as I knelled on the floor so I could rest my ear on Gabes chest, "Uh yeah he is. Just slowly and not a lot." I mumbled out, not knowing if that made any sense.
"And you said he is bleeding from where?"
"Some cuts on his back. I think he was pushed into a lamp or table or something."
"What's the address?"
"Uh. I have no clue. It's my friends house. Iero or Wentz. I don't know which name is the one they use." I sighed, realizing I was basically at a strange house with a stranger and the only person I knew hated me right now.
"Alright. Please stay calm. An ambulance should be there shortly."
"Thankyou thankyouthankyou." I mumbled out before throwing the phone away from me and crawling over to Gabe.
He looked peaceful like he was sleeping, but he was still bleeding from the cut on his cheekbone giving him an eerie look. His naturally tanned skin was slightly paler as were his lips.
I honestly had no clue what to do so I picked up his head and gently placed it in my lap. I knew Pete was mad at me but he said he loved me and Gabe was his best friend so I had to tell him what was happening.
To Pete <3:
gabe passed out. we're going to the hospital as soon as the ambulance gets here.
please come with me. im scared.
After I sent him the message I went back to petting Gabes dark hair and whispering quietly that everything was okay and was going to be okay. It was more for my benefit since Gabe probably couldn’t hear me and I was scared out of my mind.
“It’s okay… You’re gonna be fine. Doctors are on there way and you’re gonna be perfectly fine.” I whispered, lowering my head to his as I stroked his hair.
“Mikes.” Petes voice cut through the silence behind me.
I turned quickly and gave him a sorry look before looking back at Gabe, “He just passed out. I-I- I didn’t know what to do so I just-”
Pete moved behind me and wrapped his arms around my torso. He rested his head on my shoulder blade and squeezed me closer, “Breathe, Mikes.”
“Tryin… Is he gonna be okay?”
“Gabe? Yeah. He just- the pain probably or something. I don’t know. His dads a doctor so he’ll be fine. And it kinda sounds like a car is here.” Pete whispered.
He was right; I could hear the sound of the ambulance stopping his driveway.
“Did someone call for an ambulance?!?” one of the paramedics yelled as they pounded on Petes front door.
“See? Gabe is gonna be fine.” Pete whispered before moving away from me to yell, “YES! Just come in!”
The front door opened and a few people rushed in with a gurnee.
“You’re going to need to move.” one of the men said to me as Pete dragged me away towards the refrigerator.
Pete held me as I watched the doctors put one of those breathing masks over Gabes face as they lifted him onto the gurnee.
“Is anyones parents here? Or someone over 18?” another doctor asked.
“No. Just us.” Pete answered for me as I watched Gabe closely.
“Come with us then.”
Some of the doctors pushed Gabe out to the ambulance as one made sure he kept breathing. Pete lead me outside and into the ambulance since I was not even in my head right now.
“I take it this is your friend.” a doctor- Smith his uniform said to us. Pete nodded so the man kept talking, “Can I get some basic information, like names and ages for all 3 of you?”
“Uh yeah. That’s Gabriel Saporta. Age uh 15. His birthday is October 11, 1999. Born in Montevideo, Uruguay. Uh fuck um I don’t know what else you need about him. But I’m Peter Iero-Wentz. That’s Iero hyphen Wentz. And Wentz is spelt with a Z not S. Age 16. This is Michael Way. Age 15.” Pete answered for me.
“Okay. Is Gabriel an American citizen?” the doctor asked awkwardly, since he probably didn’t want to sound rude.
“I have no clue. Yes? Probably?” Pete shrugged.
“What is his first language?”
“Spanish. He speaks it better than english.”
“Who are his guardians?”
“Just his dad. Diego Saporta. He’s a doctor. His mother isn’t in the picture anymore.” Pete sighed and started to rub my arms lightly.
“Okay um would you know if Gabriel could have had anything to drink in the past day that contained alcohol?”
“No. Right Mikes? He wasn’t drinkin today, right?” Pete asked me looking as scared as I felt.
“No. No. He seemed sober.” I answered with a nod.
“Is he taking any drugs? Either prescription or recreational?”
“Nothing illegal. But he takes uh something for depression and something for anxiety. Probably citalopram and fluoxetine. Same as me.” Pete shrugged, “Maybe something else. For like ADHD or something. But I think that’s it.”
“Uh huh. Would you happen to know his sexual history?”
“Uh he’s been with um-” Pete stopped talking for a minute like he had to think for a while until he mumbled out, “Uh and Ryan and William and that one time with me.” before he coughed and said, “Maybe like 8 to 11 guys.”
The doctor looked a little taken back and I probably did too because Gabe was 15 and he’s been with more guys than I’ll probably ever be with.
Also did Pete say that one time with him?
Did him and Gabe do something?
“Uh huh. Any mental illness in his family?”
“His mom had major depression, bipolar disorder, anxiety and probably something else. Don’t know about his dad though.” Pete said awkwardly like he suddenly aware that I was next to him.
“Any allergies?”
“Not that I know of. But he is like a big time vegetarian and kinda against medicines. He only takes his pills cause he would be dead if he didn’t.”
“Uh huh. I’ll keep that in mind.” the doctor said bitterly. Because honestly, he didn’t care, “You wouldn’t know his blood type?”
Pete laughed a little and I did too as he said, “No. We aren’t that good of friends. We haven’t exchanged blood types yet.”
“Right. Okay. Well. Gabriel is going to be taking to the ICU. You two can wait in the waiting room.” Doctor Smith said even though it really wasn’t necessary.
“Yeah. Where else would we wait?” Pete mumbled to me as we watch the doctors bring Gabes still unconscious body out of the ambulance.
Once they were all inside and Pete and I were just standing outside he sighed and turned to me, “Are we gonna talk or what?”
“We’ll talk when we find out what you did to Gabe.” I mumbled bitterly before trying to walk away.
He gripped my hoodie tight, so I couldn’t get away as he snarled, “Maybe if you could just want what you can have we wouldn’t be in this mess!”
“Oh! So this is my fault!... Funny, cause I don’t remember punching Gabe in the face repeatedly!” I snapped back sarcastically.
“You’re damn right this is your fault!” Pete said, ignoring everything else I said.
“How?!?”
“You were whoring around with my best friend!”
“I was helping him after you beat him up!”
“Bullshit!”
“Dammit, Pete! You are way too worried about nothing! It wasn’t like you walked in on Gabe bending me over the kitchen table!” I snapped a little too loudly.
“Boys.” we both turned to see a tall man with dark hair that looked enough like Gabe to make me assume it was his dad.
“Uh. Mr.Saporta. Hi. This is Mikey. We were just- uh.” Pete said giving me a terrified look.
“Yes. I heard. I’m going to go wait inside. You may consider lowering your voices.” Mr.Saporta said before nodding at us and walking to the building.
“He talks weird.” I mumbled, breaking the tension between us.
Pete laughed a little instantly, “He said that people always get mad when people who speak spanish first and english second don’t do it perfectly so he decided to over exaggerate and talk hella proper. He doesn’t do it all the time, but it’s really funny when he does it to racist white people.”
I just laughed back and turned to him, “We should probably talk later, after we know Gabe’s okay.”
“And when we’re not in public.” Pete nodded back.
As we walked inside Pete slowly reached over and grabbed my hand, giving it a small squeeze.

Notes

i would just like to thank my AMAZING coauthor for giving this a huge push because now i finally want to actually write this fic again
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kinda a long chapter but i feel bad for not updating so here ya go. just some random stuff and i kinda like the idea of mikey and pete screaming in a hospital parking lot and the only thing anyone can actually understand is something sexual it just kinda made me laugh

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